Fingering my Sis, Fucking My neice. The family Crew 01

Just Believe wut you want. I had a hell of a good time remembering all this. Enjoy. ps. i love my fam and they love me too. lol holla.






It was when I returned from my basic training, the family was proud and happy with my completion and honor that came with it. My sister Rita was older then me by 7 years, though Ive always had a deep longing for her body, nothing happened between us due to the taboo of incest.


I remember it well the first time I became attracted to her though; I was 13, I just finished fucking one of my moms clients, her name was Dolcie, a felon for DUI who just wanted a fuck, and I was happy to oblige her (well now I guess you could call her a pedophile who hasnt been caught lol). Later that night my sister showed up, back from college and cranky as hell, I smoked her up real good, watching her mood change instantly.

She made her bed on the floor and I was on the couch, we said our goodnights and passed out. I woke up at like 3 in the morning, mom was still out with her boyfriend and wasnt due back soon so I turned on the tv.

When the tv came to life is when I saw Rita on the floor, she kicked off her blankets and was rubbing her pussy under her basketball shorts. (she is one of those college girls who gained weight, beer and pizza u know.) So I laid still and just watched. Now I was never attracted to my sister but watching her finger her hot cunt drove me to instant hard on.

I could see the outline of her slit and the smell of her pussy was sexually intoxicating. I sat there and watched as she rubbed and fingered faster and faster, making her pussy pop and contract as she was in the throes of a orgasm that I suspect she greatly needed. With her hand going still and her breathing slowed I made my move.

Now at the time I was young and didnt know better, the forbidden lust of touching my sister while she was passed out drove me to the most taboo acts of our culture. I slowly lifted the blankets and leaned over to her shorts. It was great that she slept right below me on the floor, as it gave me the oppurtunity to slide her baggy basketball shorts up her thigh, to see the fruits of my sisters wet cunt.

My heart raced as she slept mere inches from me, any movement or noise she made caused me to stay as still as a statue. I let my hand creep forth, the heat of her sex would melt butter, she was definitely undersexed at college. I ran my index finger on the outside of her slit, feeling the moistness that coated her hairy, pink pussy.

I brought it back to my nose and sniffed, that is when I knew that someday I would fuck my sister, no matter what, it had to happen. I tasted her juices, sweet and tangy, I needed more. I leaned back down and slid my hand back up her thigh, letting my finger probe into her hot pink love tunnel, she wasnt tight but definetly wet. I slid it in and out of her, fingering her hole for a minute before she started to stir.

My heart stopped, very slowly I made my way back onto the couch and pretended to be asleep, waiting for her to start screaming at me. Nothing happened though. She just lay there, snoozing away, with no idea of the fingering she just got form her little brother.

Mom showed back up like 15 minutes later, plastered and definitely over fucked as she could barely walk to her room. I rolled over to look at Rita, her b-ball shorts were right where I left them. The thought occured to me to cover her up but I though what the fuck, let her wake up with her pussy showing, stink with the smell of her dried cum and fur patch exposed.

I couldnt sleep either so I laid awake watching her sleep, she definitely turned on her little brother. She did it again though an hour later, her hand slipped back down to her hot cunt and this time she slid the shorts down to give me the view of the gods. I watched and listened as her pussy gushed all over the blanket, her pussy contracting with every squirt, the sucking and popping of her fuck hole drove me to the edge.

I blew my 13 year old load all over my blanket, glob after glob of teenage jism flew out like a fire hydrant. I watched her finish up as she slowly stopped fingering her cunt, pulled her basketball shorts back up, and slipped off to sleep. And I soon followed suit. The next morning we had breakfast and smoked a blunt, feeling high and with me moving back to my dads I gave her a hug and brotherly kiss, packed up all my crap and deep sixed before my mom woke up.

I live in a place where we get some pretty good weed all the time, and I never had any desire for my sister until that early morning. But after that my life would never be the same. Everytime I saw her the image of her fingering her pussy made me fall in love even more, and low and behold, 5 years later me and her finally fucked.

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Brenae:My return from basic brought all the family together. Family I havent seen in years. 2 in particular caught my speacial attention as we shared a speacial bond that I will share with you.

At 14 I was expelled from Catholic school for distribution of a controlled substance. (if thats what you want to call 50 dime bags of weed made to look like resins and blow pops lol) and my dad was eager to get me the hell away from him. Since my mom was a anti- everything… but I said fuck that when she asked.

To my luck at the time my first cousin Marie and her family were up visiting the family for a week. Now let me fill you in on this side of my family. Marie was 38, stood 5’4, nice firm d cup breasts and a runners ass which I fell in love with. Black hair, perfect smile, and a personality to match.

Next came Claudette, her eldest daughter, not as hot as her mom, in fact, for a 19 year old, she didnt fill out that much. Standing at 5’5, brown hair, small b cup breast and a small butt, she was the apitimy of a horny, nerdy, school girl. Hell, she even did it right by wearing the librarian glasses. Never was attracted to her as much as her little sister.

Now where Claudette inherited the looks of her father,(whom Ive never even heard mentioned) Brenae was a whole different story. I know her dad was a hispanic who was deported when she was 2 and she never met him or talked to him. (which I think her mom set up lol.) She inherited all the attributes of her fine ass mom and the petiteness of her father. She was a exact spitting image of her mother. But at a 4’11 frame, 105 lbs, Black hair, 36 C Breasts, and a nice firm ass to go with it.

Where Claudette was the book worm, Brenae was the tease. Her mom forced her into sports at a early age, so she was definitly filling out for a 13 year old at the time. and once she hit middle school she joined the cheerleading squad, and I can tell you one thing she was a dish to die for.

Maries 3rd husband Marc also had 2 daughters but they were to old and had men in their lives so I wont even get into that. (Though I did get to finger one till she squirted on Maries bed one night.)

Well my dad not being one to pass up a good oppurtunity asked Marie if she would take me in to get me the hell out of where I was at the time, which wasnt a good place due to gangs, drugs, shootings, and other fucked up shit.

She agreed, so on that note I packed up my crap and deep sixed that fucking hell hole and hit the rode on my way to New Mexico. It was the usual on the way down there, lots of road and little to do, so I asked about what it was like where I was headed. She filled me in and I was surprised, sort of the upper-class neborhood you see in the movies, except this time a drug dealing, gangbangin, little menace to society was about to hit that community like a mother fuckin hurricane. And if theres one thing I can tell you about it is this… It was a juvenile delinquents dream come true.

When we arrived I had very little in the way of personal belongings, and Marc and Marie assured me they would take care of me, and they did. But in my ways I made sure I paid back every cent they gave me. The house was nice that was for sure, Marc was a architect and Marie was head nurse at the university hospital, so they made mad bank all the time. And with Marc being an architect he would be out of town for weeks at a time, but I be getting into that bit later on.

The house was some cross between a spanish villa and a meditteranean beach house, with all the gizmos and gadgets that come with the damn thing. Basically the house was the shit. my room was on the third floor with Brenae living right across the foyer from my room. the only thing we shared was the bathroom, which I loved very much cause I ended up doing her laundry as well.

She was a brat and would throw a fit if she had to do shit, and with Marie always at work, and Marc straight up saying “Fuck you” It fell into my hands, along with her thongs and little boy shorts that she liked to wear all the time.

Now to say that life was easy was an overstatement, they took me to the mall, bought me a bunch of shit, and I was content with what I had. The only down side being that the way I dressed back home didnt fly in the uppity hood I was staying in, fuck… It was even worse at school lol. So there I was, standing on my balcony, looking out over the wasteland that is New Mexico, and said to myself “Self, we are going to have a good fucking time up in here.”

So the days wore on into weeks and then into months when things started getting “crazy”. I made all the wrong friends in school, got into some fights, and some other crazy shit. I met this one guy whose brother drove up to canada every few weeks to pick up a shit load of that Kind Bud, and after couple months of saving up the bank, I bought me a 1/2 pound of the good shit and started up the business.

Well, I cant say my activities didnt go unnoticed, turns out my snobby, stuck up, bitch of a 3rd cousin (Brenae) was diming my ass out to her fucking mom. So I had to tone it down a bit. Well as luck would have it one day after I walked home from school (Brenae got a fuckin ride every morning) which is like a 3 mile stroll, to find the door locked and I had no damn key. Standing out side, smokin a bowl, the phone inside started to ring. There was something about it, it just felt important, that I broke the door frame to get in and answer it.

“Jairo!!!” she shouted into the phone.
“Wut up? Wuts wrong?” I could tell by the tone of her voice that something was up that couldnt be good.
Her tone picked up, she was scared:
“Theres this guy named Conrad and he keeps harassing me and Sam, he wont leave us alone, and he’s saying all this nasty shit to me!”
“Alright where are you?” Im trying to keep my cool cause thats just what a man gotta do u know.

“Im just a block away, but he’s on his 4 wheeler and he keeps telling me he’ll give me a ride in his lap that I will never forget, ahhh he’s fucking gross!” I could hear his 4 wheeler in the back ground, boy didnt know who he was fucking with, so that gerbil started on his wheel in my head you know.

I seen the guy at school before, and he wasnt shit, one of the showboatin little rich boys who always talked down to people like me cause I was different right.